Author: Lion and Lilac
Four Poems|Strider Marcus Jones
NOTES ON SCRAPS OF SCREEN PAPYRUS notes on scraps of screen papyrus, symbol songs of our belongs- inspire us in the coffee smokes of day where the fire was in humid heats ash tray- inside us far away. the new consensus doesn’t show nomads in the census of its blow whose glow glad the […]
The Bear in the Tree |Kelly Hegi |Poetry
Waiting for our pizza The news travels quickly There’s a bear in a tree in the park It’s treated as everyday news Normal – pass me the hot peppers Again, and again the news circulates as we eat Can I get another napkin? There’s a bear in the tree at the park 2 […]
Fragile|Jude Brigley |Fiction
My mother is talking to ghosts of her past. She says she has just heard the news that her uncle has died. She calls me to come quickly and I stumble from the couch in the next room, worried out of half-sleep, to find her stark upright in the reclining chair that she refuses to […]
Three Poems|Jovan Shadd
almonds Not that you are an almond but I would eat you whole with the passion of Neruda. I am starving, I am thirsting – you are rain and crop, let me harvest you in every season, let our union feed a village. I would lick the sun from your skin as the bee does […]
Four Poems|Jennifer MacBain-Stephens
The Same Dark from one end of the world to the other the same story told at midnight fists on cheeks It’s hard on soft Hey baby twelve hours until blue eyes This is a found poem. Text from Rice, Anne. Exit to Eden. New […]
Four Poems|Dee Allen
SAMARITAN Anyone else Would’ve left that Far Right Reactionary sprawled on the concrete To bleed out, suffer in his Paroxysms of serious hurt, receive Disaster of the steel-toed kind. But not you. The Good Samaritan Reflex kicked in, Wouldn’t let you Abandon someone in need of help. Distinctions such as “Friend” […]
Two Poems|Cole Kelly
The brook Going home tonight on the baking pavement and soft orange peel sky, its slices lay on sidewalk and flutter branches sometimes warm the tips of my toes. I walk the bike tonight, I do not ride because I have nowhere fast to go. My heart is full not because I […]
Two Poems|Carl Palmer
Signs of the Times – 1960 Thank you was the only response from Mom, secretary of Gardner Cigarette and Vending, when the manager of the Tobacco Warehouse next door delivered me in tow to her office. He was drinking out of the “Colored” spigot. You need to learn him not to mix with them […]
Morphed Into Me|Candace Meredith|Fiction
I morphed there in front of him; my skin first turned to a wax so that my former self would be unrecognizable. He always said I needed to stop talking so my lips became more prominent – rounder, fuller, and red. In the sunlight my eyes turned to a gray unlike the hazel […]
Between Sheets|Allan Lake|Poetry
We’ve never conceived anything poetic together but we do love to sperm and egg each other on. Post composing, we repose on net. A safe house after committing transgressions on clean sheets of paper or on-line equivalent. Virgin ‘vellum’ is ravished, re-ravished, used, bruised, routinely refused – but neither of us lacks gall. […]